Interrogation
It's a cold frosty morning and in the dense woods on the outskirts of town a pursuit is taking place. One man tears through the foliage in an attempt to escape capture. He's evaded them so far but there are several of them and they're stepping up the pace. If he doesn't find a place to hide and fast then it is inevitable that he'll be captured. The chase is on.
The early morning silence is shattered by the sound of someone running through the wood.
A soldier moving as if his life depends on it bursts through the bracken.
He checks over his shoulder as he bounds through the woods, certain his pursuers can't be far behind.
He makes a dangerous sprint across open land hoping the cover provided in the trees and bushes ahead will throw the hunters off his trail once and for all.
His muscles ache from the relentless chase and his lungs burn from the exertion in this crisp morning air.
Using every ounce of strength he can muster he hurtles across the treacherous countryside...
… knowing that a stumble or a trip could have fatal consequences.
He wills himself forward, his intensive training paying dividends.
He detects his enemy going off in the opposite direction but knows it’s only a matter of time before they're back on his trail. They’re good. Very good. They descended on him from nowhere and he knows he was fortunate to get away.
He pushes on deeper into the trees, desperate to find some sort of sanctuary.
Finally he pauses for breath, certain that - at least for now - he’s evaded capture.
He listens intently for the approaching enemy but hears nothing. Then in the distance he thinks he hears them moving further and further away from him.
Relieved that the pursuit has faltered he takes a moment to catch his breath and get his bearings.
Whack!
His unconcious body slumps to the floor.
His captors look on with a mixture of triumph and contempt. They expected more of a struggle than this.
The Lieutenant and the Sergeant are going through the daily briefings when there is a rap at the door.
"Enter!"
The corporals drag their prisoner through the doorway.
He’s hauled to the centre of the room and shoved down onto the chair.
“Remove his hood,” instructs Lieutenant Richards.
The sudden brightness stings his eyes, he’s been kept in darkness for some time.
“Soldier,” begins Sergeant Sperry ...
“you have failed to complete your training mission and have been captured while on assignment.”
The soldier sits silently facing his captor. He must give nothing away and do nothing to dishonour his regiment.
“Tell us your name and rank.”
He thinks, “And how the fuck am I supposed to do that with this tape across my …”
The corporal rips the tape from his mouth.
“Sam Walsh, ma’am. Private.”
“And your Regimental number?”
“2674937809, ma’am.”
“Who is your commanding officer?”
“I can’t answer that question ma’am.”
“Who is your commanding officer, scumbag?”
“I can’t answer that question ma’am.”
The sergeant approaches him with an air of absolute authority.
“What was your mission?” shouts the sergeant.
“I’m afraid I can’t answer that question ma’am.”
Without warning she violently slaps his face.
“Answer my question!”
“I can’t answer that question …”
“… ma’am.”
He sits confident in his own ability to endure the interrogation without revealing any information about his mission. They can throw what they like at him and he’ll soak it up like a sponge and say nothing. Try as they like they’ll never crack him.
The sergeant decides to try a different approach, “Get his shirt off!”
Sam has been captured and dragged to a cold isolated room with no windows. He could be anywhere. No one but the officers who have trapped him know he is here. There is no chance or hope of rescue. It�s all down to him now and the steel of his resolve to deflect their brutal queries.
The colonels haul their prisoner to his feet.
Sergeant Sperry continues to pace and stare, utterly confident and wholly authoritative.
Without warning, the women grab his shirt and rip it over his head.
Private Walsh stares down his captor, he can’t see how she’ll ever manage to get the information she wants from him. They are only women, after all.
“Do you think I’m going to be easy on you just because I’m a woman?”
“Whack!” She soundly smacks him around the face.
“You will be begging me for mercy…”
“… you snivelling CUNT!”
Lieutenant Richards tries a different tack, a more considerate approach. A classic game of good cop / bad cop is underway. “Let’s make this easy for you…. Can you tell us what happened before you came here.”
“I was out in the field and before I knew it I was grabbed from behind,” Sam says, letting his guard down somewhat.
“And where were you heading to?” she asks considerately.
“Answer her!” explodes the sergeant.
Sam recalls his training, how he was instructed only to give them the bare minimum of information. He was warned he must not reveal details of his mission or his commanding officers.
Once again the sergeant powerfully strikes his face. ”Answer her!”
“I can’t answer that question, ma’am” he says.
“Kneel! Hands above your head.”
Sam sinks to his knees.
“Raise your fucking arms above your head!” she bellows.
“You will remain like this until you answer our questions.”
His resolve is strong, it’ll take a better man or woman than this sergeant to wheedle the information they’re after.
The women guard him, their presence a constant quiet intimidation. He repeats over and over in his mind that he must not break, must not answer their questions.
He knows he can hold out despite the minutes ticking by and his arms growing heavier and heavier...
… no matter how exhausted, how much discomfort he finds himself in.
… he’ll never crack.
A burning hot light is focused on him. His joints are aching. His head is throbbing.
Sweat pours down his face and his breathing becomes laboured. Yet the silence continues.
Eventually the pain becomes too much for him and he slumps forward.
The corporals grab him and pull him back up.
Tears well in his eyes. For all his machismo he’s not sure if he can truly take much longer.
Seeing her prisoner weakening Sergeant Sperry takes her opportunity. “Are you ready to answer our question?”
“What was your mission Private?
He tries to block out the pain and the reality of what's happening. He tries to concentrate on something else to not let her questions get to him.
“Get him up!”
He is unceremoniously pulled to his feet.
Weakened he stands unsteadily. He is trembling hard and tears are beginning to flow.
The lieutenant appraises the prisoner, he looks as if he’s been softened up sufficiently.
“Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon,” says the Lieutenant reassuringly, “Can you just tell us the name of your commanding officer?”
Private Walsh says nothing, merely whimpering.
Sergeant Sperry wrenches his arms upwards and back into position causing him to flinch and wince.
“I’m sick of your disobedience!”
She reaches down to his trousers and unbuckles them.
A shiver runs down his spine, knowing he can't strike out or stop her. This officer can do whatever she wants to him.
He can only watch in horror as this vicious sergeant pulls down his trousers.
His genitals spill out into full view removing whatever power the proud soldier once had. “Feel proud big man?”
“No, ma’am,” he whimpers.
“You think this stumpy cock impresses anyone, Private?” she says as grabs and twists his cock painfully.
“You’re not ready for the army,” she declares.
“You’re a pussy.”
Sam has been strictly trained not to give any information away in a situation where the enemy has captured him. No matter the psychological pressure or even physical pain he�s subjected to. But these officers are very skilled at manipulating and drawing information out of the men that they detain. They know exactly how to use their womanhood to get what they want.
The muscules in Sam's arms are burning and he wants very badly to cover his exposed genitals.
“Seat the prisoner and get those clothes off him!”
The colonels step forward and drag Sam back to the seat.
He falls heavily, feeling like his arms are about to snap. Even if he wanted to he feels incapable of stopping these women from tearing his trousers off.
Nevertheless, Sam struggles against being forcibly undressed.
The women confidently slide the trousers off from his bare legs.
He tries to prevent the women from ripping his underwear off.
“It’s pointless struggling, it’s all coming off.”
He watches helplessly as the women toss his clothes away and feels his genitals weighing heavily out in the open.
“Get him back on his feet!” Sergeant Sperry orders.
The soldier struggles against his captors but in his weakened state is no match for the women.
Ignoring his protests, they thrust him forward.
He stands head bowed, shamed at his loss of dignity and his inability to physically match his captors.
In disgust Sergeant Sperry spits into his face.
“Scum!” she snaps. He's a proud man and to suffer this act of disrespect wounds him terribly.
Lieutenant Richards is still playing good cop and approaches him with a look of concern and understanding.
“There, there. It’s okay. I’ll get you in a nice warm bed after this.”
She wipes the spit from his cheek and gently strokes his face.
Instinctively he pulls away, his training has taught him not to be taken in lightly, and that when captured the interrogator may go to any lengths to get the prisoner to talk.
But her manner and touch are so warm after what already feels like hours of harsh treatment. It's difficult not to give into it.
“You have a lovely body. Did you know that?”
“You’ve been training hard …”
“… and it shows,” she flatters.
Her soft hand caresses his hard muscular stomach.
Sergeant Sperry looks on approvingly, happy in the knowledge that the line of questioning being followed by her Lieutenant invariably pays dividends.
He stands frozen and tense as her hand trails down his hairy midriff.
Every fibre of his being is intensely aware of his nudity and exposure before her and the other women.
Lieutenant Richards savours the look on this confused soldier's face.
Her hand slides down onto his cock.
With infinite ease and supreme confidence she gently strokes his penis.
To Sam's shame, his penis grows harder and heavier in her hand.
She laughs at how pathetic these men are, the slightest touch and they just can’t help themselves.
She’s totally aware of the power she holds in her hands.
As is Sam who is struggling to get a handle on his present predicament.
As she pulls at his penis he fights the urge to rock his body to her touch.
With each tug she knows she 's breaking down his defences just that little bit more.
“I know you’re not allowed to masturbate in the barracks. No contact with women.”
“This must feel good," she says with absolute certainty.
She's incredibly aroused by this naked man's body and the power she holds over him.
“Sam,” she begins manipulating his penis and his mind.
“Do you want to cum?”
“Well, do you?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he says breathlessly.
He lets out an involuntary moan as his sensitivity rises.
“Tell me your mission and you can cum Private.”
With his last ounce of determination he spits the words out, “I’m sorry, I can’t say.”
The urge to cum is overwhelming; the primal need to empty his balls is everything to him.
The Lieutenant releases his penis from her grip and without a further word returns to her desk.
Sam is trembling all over wanting more than anything in the world to have that warm touch and attention back.
Sergeant Sperry has had it with this Private’s stalling. She’s another approach in mind.
Again she venomously slaps his face.
He feels the powerful sting to his core and is covered in shame.
“You will never cum again!”
Sam fumes, barely able to control his anger and despair.
She grabs him by the neck and steers him forward.
She leads him to the desk at the front of the room.
… he is pushed down onto the table. Fear overwhelms him – he’s no idea what they’re going to do next to him. The women survey his fully naked body confidently and completely in control.
Private Sam has been shoved face down on the table by the strong women interrogating him. Despite being stripped naked and exposed he's sure he can withstand whatever the women throw at him. He's absolutely certain that there's no way he'll ever talk. The women on the other hand have a very different point of view.
The colonels pin the frightened soldier to the table.
”There were two ways this interrogation could have gone,” says the Lieutenant, “the easy way, or … the way you have chosen. You had a choice. You chose poorly.”
Sergeant Sperry suddenly shouts behind him, making him jump. ”Tell us - who is your commanding officer, shithead!” He responds weakly, “I can’t”
“You will.”
“Aaah!” he cries as the flogger makes contact with his bare arse.
Again she thrusts it at speed towards him.
Smack!
“Ow, I can’t ” he moans.
His aching erection dangles uselessly between his legs and in plain sight of the women disciplining him.
“Aagh!”
“Tell us, you waste of space, who is your commanding officer!” “I can’t… I … I”
Before Sam can speak another word the sergeant is lining up for another strike.
Whack!
“It’s very simple Sam,” says the Lieutenant, “you tell me what we need to know and I’ll have Sergeant Sperry stop straight away…”
“No? Carry on sergeant.”
Sergeant Sperry swings an almighty strike against the soldier’s ass knocking him against the table.
“Get up bollocks-for-brains. Be a man,” she taunts.
“What was your mission?” she asks him yet again. ”I … can’t answer that question,” he spits, his resolve holding firm.
“Time for a new approach,” thinks Sergeant Sperry, grabbing a nightstick from one of the colonels.
She looks at his inviting ass and contemplates the pain she’ll inflict on this uncooperative private.
Sam senses the mood in the room has changed and looks around for a clue as to what’s going to happen next.
The blonde colonel knows she's supposed to turn a blind eye to everything that happens here, but she can't help looking at the army man's bare arse and cock spread before her. He is pinned down to the table… she lines up the stick and …
… rams it hard and true into his tight arsehole.
The breath is knocked clean out of Sam, this is new territory for him, this certainly wasn’t something he covered in basic training.
Lieutenant Richards smiles at her sergeant. Sometimes traditional interrogation methods just aren’t enough and one has to improvise.
Sam tenses up feeling the stick push deeper and deeper into him sending pain shooting throughout his body.
Sam is the verge of tears as the Sergeant violently rams the nightstick repeatedly in and out of his asshole.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” he screams, “you fuckers!”
"That's no way to address a senior officer!"
Sam feels smaller, more insignificant than at any point in his life. The pain being inflicted upon him more intense than he could have believed possible.
“Just tell us!”
Sam can’t even hear the questioning any longer, he’s close to passing out.
“Jesus Christ!” he wails.
Gleefully and in total control Sergeant Sperry asks him again. ”Are you ready to answer our questions.”
Sam is on the verge of collapsing completely, part of him wants to give them the information they’re so desperate to get hold of but he’ll be finished as a soldier if he does.
She thrusts the stick up into him for the final time…
… before roughly pulling it out of him.
“On your feet soldier...”
Sam hits the floor consumed with pain and racked with shame.
His resolve vanishing by the second.
“Right you pussy, tell me now what we need to know,” says the sergeant marching towards him.
“Tell us!” she booms.
The dark-haired colonel can't help glancing down to watch. Her boot pushes down onto his ribcage. With increasing pressure she puts more and more weight onto him.
He feels the air being pushed out of his lungs and his ribs weakening under her relentless pressure. It's only a matter of time before his body and resolve buckles.
In tears he finally gives in, ” Please! No More! I’ll tell you whatever you want!”
Sergeant Sperry gives Sam a kick in ribs for good measure.
“You don’t have the right stuff to be in the army.”
“You’re out!”
“Get rid of him,” says the Lieutenant.
The colonels shower him with his clothes and heavy boots.
“Get out of our sight,” barks Sergeant Sperry.
He stumbles to his feet and heads – broken and humiliated – towards the door.
The Sergeant kicks him soundly up the arse …
Her bootmark on his arse will leave an impression and bruise that will last for weeks.
As they watch him leave they can't help but laugh at what a pitiful sight he looks.
The women laugh as yet another weak male recruit falls by the wayside; failing to make the grade. Lieutenant Richards looks at the women sharing this moment and can't help but think that if only more women joined the army then the enemy would never ever stand a chance.
